Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Merry slowly brought her a glass of water and a small bowl of biscuits to calm her down. Sherry was still sobbing silently, with her head down, her face full of disappointment.
"Eat something. I bet...you haven't eaten a drop of water or a piece of food until now." She put the tray on the table and looked at her anxiously.
"I... don't want to..." she announced. "Sherry, what do you get for torturing yourself like this? Why don't you listen to me—"
"I'm scared... Merry..." Before she could finish her words, her sonorous voice became urgent and hoarse. She sat quietly, twirling her fingers, trying to bear with the inner turmoil she was trying to overcome.
Merry looked at her with sad eyes, slowly sat on the sofa beside her, and gently patted her arm to comfort her. "Sherry, I can understand how you feel inside..."
